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Crystal's head snapped up at the faint sound of Ferethor's voice wafted from out of the safety of the shadows from the trees. He stood leaning against one of the many tree trunks, it was clearly evident that he was wounded. A shed of hope filled her heart as she galloped away from the company. Maen called out to her in confusion, but she continued on until she had reached Ferethor's side. She jumped down from her stallion and put a hand upon his arm.
"Ferethor! You look horrible. Please, I know we are somewhat of enemies, but you need some sort of medical attention. We are too far away from any town at the moment. You are going to have to trust me to save your life. Otherwise, Ferethor you will die," Crystal said quickly as her eyes assessed the damaged. Ferethor nodded weakly. With amazing strength she pushed Ferethor up on top of the stallion and got on besides him. She hurried back to the company.
"Someone find a truffle root. Six or more should do. Please hurry. Ferethor does not have much time remaining," Crystal yelled as she hurried back over to them. She stopped her horse quickly and jumped down. The men came over and helped her lay Ferethor on his back.
Crystal hoped that he wouldn't flinch when she took out her dagger. She took it out slowly, trying to be as unthreatening as possible. She knew that she would have to cut his clothes to get to his wounds, but she was afraid. She swallowed her fear and eased her knife through his clothes. It teared easily. She opened the opening and gasped. The wound was deep. She hoped that whomever decided to get her the herb that she needed would be back shortly.
She shifted through her pack and found the small set of other herbs that the travellers had given to her. She put some of them together in her hand and grabbed a rock. She began to smash them, trying to make them fine and smooth as not to hurt Ferethor any more. She grabbed her cantine and poured a droplet of water over it to give it a more paste like substance and gently rubbed into Ferethor's wound.
He yelled out in pain and Crystal pulled her hands away.
"I am sorry if it hurts, but it is the only way," Crystal said softly. She continued her work. Ferethor would wince and his muscles would move under her fingers, but he refrained from crying out. When the paste was done she looked around. Surely someone had found them? A hand handed her the herbs that she had desperately needed. She mumbled a thank you and put them in her mouth.
This remedy could be thought as crude, but saliva and truffle roots were one of things that would save him. She took the mushed up truffle roots out of her mouth and forced herself to cry on them. Droplets of her tears splashed and remained on the mush. When she was done she placed the mush on the wound and rubbed it in once more.
The task was tedious, much more so then the last mixture of paste she had rubbed into him. It took time and Crystal was afraid that their time had run out. Finally after what seemed like years the mixture was rubbed in enough. She opened her cloak and ripped off one of her sleves. She used it as a bandage for Ferethor.
When she was completely done she sat back, heaving. She had never done this before under the imense stress that she had been experiencing in her mind. She had never knew that weary, mind straining toll it took upon a person to try to save another.
"He shall be alright now."
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